This is a song about "Rad lemon"

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

I know i'm right, n my shine makes blind, no lemon or limes,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Crockadillys be so rad, and cool

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Spit #venom with lemon, you're welcome.

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Bitch, they call it motor city

Its actually rad but if you keep on hatin im not get sad

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry